The Half Light

And I still see you in the half light looking out to sea

You said down at the war rooms they're making bad memories

And the high-wire talked down the woman who should never be there

At the patisserie she kissed her lover and a man threw a bouquet in the air

They hang their flags from the windows just to look like they won

Come on people come on

Voluptuous beauty like sculpture and the rain felt like stone

You feel the exact moment of conception in the half light alone

As the World's circus and straight lines tumble into view

The ballet dancer can hold herself in the air longer than you